Word: confessions
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...sports, I just have zero interest in them. I am amused by cricket because it seems to take longer than baseball and I like that. It seems like a sport I could have made up it - it takes several days to play and everyone wears sweaters. I can't confess to knowing what's going on at all. All I can ask from society is that it please stop telling me why I should like sports. People always try to explain that sports are about a sort of mythic combat, or [about] the narratives and the stories. You know what...
...Only once we returned to Kabul a few hours later did Ali confess that he had been terrified for the duration of our drive. He kept looking in the rearview mirror, he said, wary of any unusual activity on the road or men in the mountains with weapons...
...Palin Effect I must confess I'd been struggling to understand the recent surge in the popularity of Sarah Palin until Joe Klein put it all into sepia-toned perspective [Sept. 22]. I realized that her appeal reflects a wistful desire for an American abstraction, a wholesome place in our memory that is no more - and perhaps never was. We want to be reminded of who and what we think we were, not who we are. But yearning for our past, real or imagined, will not bring it back. And I fear that after the tribulations of the past eight...
...Palin Effect I must confess I'd been struggling to understand the recent surge in the popularity of Sarah Palin until Joe Klein put it all into sepia-toned perspective [Sept. 22]. I realized that her appeal reflects a wistful desire for an abstraction, a wholesome place in our memory that is no more - and perhaps never was. We want to be reminded of who and what we think we were, not who we are. But yearning for our past, real or imagined, will not bring it back. And I fear that after the tribulations of the past eight years...
...economic crisis looms, threatening the prospects of thousands of future financiers across campus, we arts majors must confess to feeling a little, well, smug. For the past several years we’ve girded our loins for a rocky post-collegiate existence. We’ve read Hemingway’s memoirs and prepared to go without meals for days at a time. We’ve joined Facebook groups proclaiming “I Picked a Major I Like, and One Day I Will Probably Be Living in a Box.” We’ve built...